Kayak Morning And Yesterday Afternoon

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It's 9:15, and we're both up, sitting in the living room listening to the news — always depressing — on a 46°, partly cloudy morning. I was up just before 8:00, made coffee, put on my life jacket and boots, grabbed my paddle, and headed out for a forty-five-minute kayak ride down to Sandy Bottom and back. I was the only one on the lake, apart from a few buffleheads.

Kayak Morning

Squabbling Ducks

Looking South

Paddling North

Sun And Clouds

Saturday was another day of leisure — too many of them lately, as far as I'm concerned. We had our coffee and stretched out the morning for an hour or two before realizing I needed to gather the trash and take it to the Transfer Center. Evie got busy cleaning out the fridge while I bagged everything up, and off I went. Surprisingly, I had the place to myself for about two minutes before a couple of other cars pulled in. I was home by 11:30 and figured out how to inflate a low tire on the Outback — just plug the air compressor into the Kia's 12-volt outlet, and voilà, problem solved. Saved myself a trip to the garage.

March Madness tipped off at noon, so I had a bowl of Rao's soup while Evie made me a couple of toasted cheese sandwiches on brioche buns. I settled in for the first game of the day — Michigan vs. St. Louis — which Michigan dominated. I actually dozed off during it and woke up near the end. That was enough basketball for a while, so I moved into the living room to read.

Around 4:00, the lake had calmed down, and Evie suggested it might be worth a paddle. Good call — I went out for forty minutes, my second time on the water this year, and it was lovely: no wind, a shifting sky, and a couple of fishing boats out for company. I was back by 5:30, right on time for a glass of wine. Evie had put the chicken cacciatore in the oven earlier and made rice alongside it, so dinner was on the table by 6:30.

Kayak Afternoon

Buffleheads Are Back

Northern Sky

Woodlawn

Afterward, we watched another episode of Paradise and were frequently puzzled by its back-and-forth between past and present — unclear what the jumping around was meant to accomplish. After Evie went to bed, I drifted between a couple of basketball games depending on the score. By 10:00, I'd had enough and headed up to read and sleep.

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